The Heiress He Underestimated novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Stay

This was supposed to be a business arrangement. A partnership of mutual benefit. She would cure him. He would protect her. Clean, simple and transactional.

But sitting here in the quiet medical suite, watching the sun track across the floor as the hours passed, nothing felt simple at all.

She thought about her father, probably still giving interviews, spinning his web of lies about joyful reunions and powerful alliances. She thought about Xan, somewhere out there, nursing his rage and plotting his revenge. She thought about her secret empires, her hidden identities, all the careful walls she had built around herself.

And then she looked at the man sleeping in the bed beside her, the man who had handed her the keys to his life, who had trusted her with his final desperate hope.

The walls felt less solid than they used to.

By evening, Drakonius was awake again and demanded to be moved from the medical suite to his own rooms. Elera argued. He was still weak. His vitals were stable but not strong. He needed to be monitored.

Then monitor me in my own bed,” he said, his voice still rough but gaining strength. “I have slept in that medical suite for three days. If I am going to recover, I need to do it somewhere that doesn’t smell like antiseptic and despair.”

He had a point. The psychological component of healing was real. And truth be told, he looked miserable surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls.

“Fine,” she conceded. “But you’re taking a portable monitor. And Simon is setting up a station right outside your room. Any change, anything at all, and you’re back here. Understood?”

“Yes, Doctor,’ he said, and there was the faintest hint of amusement in his exhausted eyes.

They moved him slowly, carefully. His rooms were at the far end of the private wing, a place Elera had never been. When Simon opened the double doors, she was struck by how different it was from the rest of the house.

Where the common areas were all dark wood and leather, designed for impressing and intimidating, this space was softer. The walls were a deep charcoal gray. The furniture was substantial but comfortable, nothing ostentatious. There were floor to ceiling bookshelves crammed with volumes that actually looked read, their spines creased and worn. A large window looked out over the ocean, currently painted in the oranges and purples of sunset.

But what caught her attention was the art.

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